Demons

Sometimes I feel like my sanity is fleeting.
Like a robber from a bank, getaway car speeding.
But I'm already behind bars in solitary confinement.
Everyone thinks they're my teacher, always giving me assignments.
If I just do what they say, the joy in life, I would find it.
I must have never thought about it myself.
Or I'm lazy, or I'm crazy, or its not really a living hell.
Well.
I have thought about it, I think about it everyday.
It eats at me. I eat to be somehow fulfilled in the tiniest of ways.
I go to work, I come home, I watch tv, go to bed.
But there's no rest from the demons when the demons are in your head.
They eat at me and eat at me but never feel they're fed.
I try to drown them - unsuccessful after countless tears are shed.
I'm told I'm not alone and that people are always here for me.
But person after person - they always seem to leave.
Would you stay if I tried your suggested remedies?
You will? That's great. Oh, only if they fix me.
Maybe I'm not broken. I just wasn't built to specifications.
Maybe they can be corrected by some chemical modifications.
Maybe I can get rested by some far away vacations.
Maybe I can face me if i can only gain some patience.
Maybe. But I try and I try and I fail.
And I'm living quite damned in my own eternal hell.
Or I'll wake up tomorrow and I'll be doing quite well.
However yesterdays tomorrow was today.
I don't know if you can tell - but the demons - they stayed.

Tags: Depressing, Rhyme, Sad,